Small Box of Memories

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I don't really remember when I wrote this. I was organizing some stuff and came across it so i thought I would add it.

Submitted: May 26, 2008

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It was a small box, but it held all Laurie’s memories. Laurie sat looking out a window clutching the box to her chest. The box was all she had left of her life. Laurie turned to face the single room that she now called her apartment. There was very little furniture. Just a folding table with a couple of chairs, a sofa and a small TV. She walked to the table that was close to the window. As she sat down Laurie sat the box slowly down on the table lining it up with the edge.
Laurie sat staring at the box that was covered with little children’s stickers for several minutes before she opened it. Inside the small box were only a few items. One by one Laurie picked the items up. An empty box of matches, a tiny bottle of perfume, a couple of pictures, a bottle cap, a necklace, and a small piece of torn fabric.
Laurie picked up the perfume bottle, closed her eyes and smelled it. When she looked up she could see a beautiful white Victorian house. There were white lilies around the back porch. She could see a swing to the right of her overlooking the lake. To the left was a picnic table with a couple of trees around it. As Laurie walked toward the table she could see a man and a child laughing. When she got closer they turned and looked at her. The man had a look of disbelieve and the child looked scared. Laurie immediately put the perfume back in the box and looked away for a second. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath trying to hold tears back.
She picked up a silver heart locket necklace. This took her to a birthday party from when she was a child. There were a few other children around her. Everyone seemed to be laughing and having a good time. Suddenly everyone started singing when her mom came in with a cake. Laurie started opening her presents and the last one was a small bag with the locket. Laurie danced in front of the mirror for hours admiring her necklace. She started hearing loud voices coming from another room. Laurie went to see what was going on.
Laurie found her mom and dad arguing. When she walked in she was closest to her dad who started pointing to her while he was yelling. Laurie stood motionless. Suddenly her dad turned to her, looked at the necklace and then ripped it from her neck. Her dad threw it down as he stormed out of the house. Laurie put the necklace back in the box as a few tears rolled down her face.
Next Laurie picked up a small blue, green, and purple floral piece of torn fabric. In front of her stood the girl from the picnic table. This time she had a smile on her face as she twirled around in her new blue, green, purple floral dress. Laurie had a beer bottle in her hand and she was yelling at the girl to take the dress off before she got it dirty.
The little girl wouldn’t listen. Laurie kept drinking and yelling. Laurie started to stagger toward the girl. Drinking. Yelling. She started pulling on the girls dress. The little girl tried to pull away. Begging mommy to stop. Suddenly a part of the little girls dress tore and she ran off crying. Laurie put the piece of fabric back in the box with more tears coming down her cheeks.
Laurie wiped away the tears and picked up the bottle cap. She held it in her palm and ran her fingers over it. Examining every part of it. Arguments and fights started streaming through her mind as if they were a part of a movie. All she kept seeing and hearing was arguing about drinking and the promises to stop. In her heart she could feel hurt, loneliness, confusion, love and anger. Before Laurie put it back in the box she flipped it over and put it under her nose. As she took in a deep breath she closed her eyes as she felt the smell of liquor soar through her veins. Even though there was really nothing there.
As Laurie put the cap back she pushed the box to the middle of the table and laid two pictures in front of herself. Laurie ran a hand over one picture. She saw herself in a white sleeveless dress covered with lace, and she was standing next to a man in a tuxedo. It was her wedding picture.
Laurie felt the glimmer of happiness she had faded away when she looked at the other picture. She had fear, hatred, and tears start to overcome her. In this picture she saw in the distance the same little girl and man playing. She went back to the day the picture was taken. 
Laurie had been fired from her six figure salary corporate job. On the way home even though she had been sober for four months she couldn’t fight the urge to get something to drink. When Laurie got home she kept drinking as she cooked a birthday cake for her little girl. She tried to balance the cake in one hand and a glass of beer in the other as she made her way to the backyard. Through the house she made her way to the picnic table, where her husband and little girl where, she spilled beer. Laurie barely made it to the table.  She struggled to put the cake down when she dropped the glass. She bent over to pick up the glass while cursing. She stuck her other hand in her pocket and pulled out a box of matches.
As Laurie tried to light some matches in failure her husband tried to reason with her to hand him the matches. She took one last drink as she pushed him away. Laurie got the last match to finally light. Laurie lit the candle and without thinking she threw it down. Laurie started singing Happy Birthday. Her daughter started looking scared. Her husband interrupted her by yelling fire. The trail of beer caught fire fast.
Laurie sat staring at the picture of her little girl and ex-husband. All she could see now was a house filled with ashes. It had now been three years since it had happened. Three years sober. Three years since she had seen her little girl. Laurie was now sobbing, wishing and praying she could make things right. Praying her daughter didn’t turn out like her. Maybe one day she would be able to see her beautiful girl again.


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